A/N: Infinite apologies my loves, updating has been held back by what i like to refer to as 'psycho revision mode' and exams and stuff. I WILL be updating, but it's anybody's guess as to when, until mid-june, when all my exams are over and I'm freeee!

I'm not used to denying myself anything, so letting Katniss go satisfied whilst I was stuck with the biggest case of blue balls in my life wasn't easy. But I knew that when I did eventually get my payback, it would be glorious. Ducking into the nearest bathroom, I furiously jerked myself off to the image of Katniss, blushing, gasping for breath with her trousers around her knees and her dignity out the window.

When I was done I knew that I had to screw my head back on, and stop thinking about screwing Katniss. I had to prove to every single other tribute in that training gym that I was a force to be reckoned with, a desirable ally and a dangerous enemy. I splashed my face with some icy water from the tap, pulled my shoulders back and strode into the gym, knowing that when I walked in all eyes would be on me.

I was right. Clove rushed over, in the shortest pair of training shorts and a tight, cropped vest, purring in my ear

"Where did you disappear to after breakfast. I thought we were gonna ..." she let her words tail off, because the look of obvious arousal on her face told me all I needed to know.

I snaked my arm around her waist discreetly - I had to keep her on side, keep her as a standby warming my bed at night - placating her with apologies and excuses about how I'd gone for a walk to clear my head, and I'd 'see to her later'. Roughly, I squeezed her arse and she giggled. Hot in bed and deadly in the arena, Clove would have been the girl I would've married, if neither of us had ended up here, and stayed in district two forever. Not because I have any particular feelings for her, just because she can practically suck my brain out through my cock, and is always up for a fuck. She's nothing on Katniss though, none of that almost-innocence and unbridled, untamed sensuality. It's true that Clove screams sex, but in a cold, clinical way. None Katniss' feigned reluctance and uncontrollable reactions.

The introductions are made, and training and practice gets under way. I stick to offensive weapons, they're what I'm good at. Not that I even need this training, as I've been in the District Two Hunger Games Training Facility since the age of 9. Glory-Hungry parents send their children there because, in District Two, it's likely that their child will be victor, and that they will gain the spoils and honour associated with being the victor's family. I've been so thoroughly trained in both combat and survival that I'm pretty sure I could simultaneously build a shelter and catch, skin and cook a rabbit whilst fighting off at least three full grown men. In my sleep.

The first station I stop at are the swords. I pick up a long, deadly sharp, curved cutlass. The sword is my area of expertise. My paintbrush, if you will. My opening move on the lifelike dummy is also a closing one, and elaborate swing which slashes open four major arteries, causing almost immediate death by exsanguination. That really grabs some of the other tributes attention. I wipe the fake blood meticulously from the blade of my sword, and begin honing the blade to razor-sharp perfection. I glance up, scanning the room to see where Katniss is, to figure out her strengths, but she's just at the knot-tying station with the bread boy, who's still gazing at her like a lovesick puppy.

It's enough to make anybody puke, and immediately marks that bread making asshole as my first target in the arena.

As the morning's training progresses, I notice Katniss stealing glances at me every time she can. My t-shirt has long been strewn aside, revealing my toned chest and midriff, and she can't help herself. I swear at one point she actually licked her lips, before teasingly lowering her eyes and continuing on with whatever-the-hell knot she's learning to tie.

By the time lunch rolls round, she's all I can think about. Well, all my cock can think about anyway. Of course she sits as far away from me as possible, at the very far end of the long communal table, but there's something in the savage way she's attacking her enormous slab of steak that suggests that the delicious food isn't all she's hungry for. I get on with my own food, rubbing Clove's thighs under the table promisingly, getting her fired up for what I'm sure will be a marathon fucking tonight. Not that it'll be her face I'm seeing when I screw her.

When we're all done eating, there's 'recreational time', and it's basically just a break, to get to know your opponents. Bread boy marches on up to me, looking like he'd caught me shagging his mum.

"Peeta" he offers his hand for me to shake. I ignore it.

"Cato"

"Yes I know what your name is, asshole"

"Why? You fancy me or something?"

"Don't be a dick. What were you doing up on our floor last night?"

"I wasn't up on your floor, bread boy"

"You were. With Katniss. We all heard you when we got back from the feast! Well, we heard her at least. Keep your fucking hands off her, okay"

Well this was interesting. I felt my face being taken over by the world's most arrogant smirk.

"Well, I don't know what our little virgin princess over there was doing last night, but it most certainly wasn't me. You can even ask Clove ... Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a small problem that I need to sort out"

The midget boy didn't budge.

"In case you didn't quite grasp me the first time, that means get the fuck out of my way before my fist makes hard contact with your windpipe" I smile my most charming smile, side step Peeta and head out the door.

No sooner had I left the lunch hall, than an extremely angry looking Katniss walked bang smack into me. I took this as my opportunity to drag her around a corner and into a conveniently-placed store cupboard filled with various boxes.

"So ... a little bread boy told me you were dreaming about me last night"

"Ugh, you're so fucking arrogant Cato, why would you even ..."

"Look princess, earlier on I had your juices running down my arm while I fingered the absolute fuck out of you in an elevator. I don't think this is any time to pull the whole sweet and innocent act"

She didn't answer, but I read the all-too-familiar look of pure lust in her face. I guess now would be the time to take my pay back. I pushed her gently down to her knees, pushed her face against the growing bulge in my trousers. She took the hint and undid my fly, pulled my dick out of my boxers and slid the entire length of my hard cock into her warm, wet mouth, right down her throat to the point where her every stolen swallow forced a choking sound out of her stretched open mouth. Blindly, she reached up to grab my hands, placing them at the back of her head. I got what she wanted me to do; fuck her face. I gathered her loosened braids up in my hands and roughly thrust myself over and over again into her mouth, losing myself in the strangled chokes and high-pitched moans of pleasure spilling from her mouth.

She actually liked this. She liked my roughness, being used solely for my pleasure and it's that knowledge that sends me crashing over the edge, coming in her mouth like she's a common street whore. She swallows, wipes her lips with the back of her hand and looks me in the eye.

"One all, sweetie. Your move"

She makes out to leave, and i grab her by the waist, pulling her close in a bruising kiss.

"You'd better watch your back, Princess"

She grins, and opens the door to check the coast is clear, before confidently striding off towards the bathroom, leaving me wondering who's got the upper hand now.